Branch
You blink against the cold air. Mountains ascend slowly outside.
Smells like pine needles.
The huntress flips open her satchel with her left hand, holding the cliff face with her right. She plucks three large eggs from their nest.
Ramses' body is out there somewhere, lying on the rocks.
Look for him.
Sheer rock and sparse coniferous forest. Nothing more.
Could he have survived the fall?
It's a hundred metre drop onto sheer rock.
Maybe one of these pine trees cushioned his fall...
He's dead.
It's a beautiful view.
Mist dampens your face as you pass through a low, thick cloud.
Leave.
The noise of the rail grows quieter inside.
Branch
End of this branch
(Yell.) "Are you okay?"
Your voice bounces off the mountain, comes back to you. Okay... okay... okay...
Perhaps the mountain will keep a little of your voice. For company.
There is no response.
PSEUDOPOD's body is out there somewhere, lying on the rocks.